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WHEN IT RAINS
Illiandyanndra
Illiandyanndra@yahoo.com
Stephanie Plum
Pairings: Stephanie/Ranger & Merry Men(Core Team)
Rating: Eventually NC-17
Spoilers: Anything & everything up through Sizzling Sixteen is fair game…I can never remember what book what stuff happens in.
Disclaimer: Not mine Stephanie and her world belong to Janet Evanovich, which if you are reading the fanfiction…you probably already knew.
^^Thoughts^^
^Spoken Aloud Thoughts^
“Speech”
AN: I have made an Executive Decision. No longer will I force you to read long sections of poorly translated Spanish…from now on if it is spoken by Hector, it will be italicized, and you can automatically assume that it is in Spanish. Google Translate will greatly thank me for this decision, since now they can go back to helping high schoolers pass their foreign language classes (Why was there no Google Translate when I was in High School)…
AN2: Thank you to all my reviewers. I hope that you will forgive the rather prolific length of this chapter.
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CHAPTER 9
Having seen Ranger sit without moving for hours I’d garnered the impression that he had the patience of a saint. But now I know that while he can exhibit patience; Ranger, by nature, is not a patient person. From the moment Esperanza came back saying the bank had accepted our offer, Ranger has been a man on a mission. Monday as soon as the banks opened, before the ungodly early nine AM Staff meeting, he had the eight of us at the bank setting up the escrow account with each of us depositing 38 thousand to reach the twenty percent down payment, and closing costs. He wants us in that house and he wants us there ASAP.
After the bank, was the morning staff meeting where he apprised the Merry Men of the changes in my employment status with Rangeman. He also explained in a very vague, undetailed sort of way my new relationship with him and the JLS. Then he and Tank left the building with some paperwork, while Hal and I met with Ella and Luis.
“Ella, Luis, thank you for meeting with me. I asked for the meeting to ask how you would feel about moving off site.” I said clumsily. “I think I’ve found a way for you to adopt me you see. Ranger, the rest of the JLS and I are buying a house together, and we’d really like it if you and Luis would move over there with us and take care of the eight of us.” I rushed on when I realized that Ella thought I meant something bad.
“I would love to take care of you, dear girl…but what is the JLS? And why are you buying a house with them?” she asked confusedly.
Why did I always have to do the group sex thing with women. God I hope Ella takes this well. I don’t know what I will do if she hates me. “The JLS is the Justice League of Stephanie. Hal is my Green Arrow; Ranger is, of course, Batman; Lester is the Flash, Bobby is Dr. Fate, Cal is Aquaman, Tank is Steel, and Hector is Vibe.”
“Oh I love the Vibe comics.” Luis said with a chuckle. “Other than Vibe being Puerto Rican, and Hector being Mexican…that is dead on, so are the others truth be told.
“I know, right.” I laughed. “Anyway here is the embarrassing part. You remember how I told you once that bad things happen if I don’t have a certain amount of sugar every day?”
“Of course dear. It is how I finally got Ranger to lift that silly no snack cake rule.” Ella smiled.
“Well, apparently, it’s because I take after my Great Aunt Jess.” I said and then of course I had to explain who she was and since Ella already knew all the stories about my Grandma Mazur, she was aghast.
“Ey Dios Mio. Estefania. How on earth are you going to manage this? There are women who end up in very dangerous situations just to satisfy these needs. Even those with the lowest levels of the disorder need far more ‘attention’ than the average person. There have been studies that show that the hormone imbalance that creates nymphomania and satyrism can lead to insanity and extreme depression. And the replacement therapies can often cause more harm than good.” She said sadly. “If you were using sugar to regulate your imbalance, no wonder you were eating so many donuts every day. And it would also help to explain your metabolism, and inability to sit still. Then there is the social stigma. Many people do not realize that this is an actual physiological condition. Men with the disorder are often just lauded for being manly while women are vilified as home-wreckers and well, some other really unkind names. The names have changed over the years. They actually have replaced the terms nymphomania and satyrism…though I can’t for the life of me remember what they address it as now.”
^^Ok I didn’t know all that.^^ “Well…I’m dealing with it a bit more proactively than the sugar.” I said blushing…deeply.
“Oh dear, you are a lucky one aren’t you dear.” Ella said when she realized was I was desperately trying NOT to say.
“Yes, I am. But it’s really not just about, well you know…” I assured her and then with Hal’s help explained that there were real emotions behind this as well. Then, so completely uncomfortable with all the emotion talk, I started telling her about the house, especially things like the house that would be hers and Luis’s and the decorating and furnishing help I was hoping she would provide.
By the time I’d finished my meeting with Ella and set her with her first assignment, helping me come with the proper advertisements to find new onsite staff for this building, Tank and Ranger had returned, accompanied by Lula, and surprisingly Connie.
“Ok I get why you are here Lula, but Connie, what are you doing here? Are we doing a hostile takeover of Plum bail bonds?” I joked.
“Sorry, Babe. But Connie only came because I told her you would explain everything, but only in a secured location.” Ranger explained.
Lula was quite confused. “Skinny ass white girl you know I love you and all but how are you gonna take my advice, get with all these fine ass men, and not call me. Didn’t I tell you I needed to see you take Tank to believe it?” she chided. “And then Batman and Tank come strolling in as easy as you please asking me to jump ship to Rangeman, and shit. You got some ‘splaining to do.”
“It’s simple. Tank found out about my business degree and refuses to look at another spread sheet as long as he lives. So to ensure that he doesn’t have to I’ve been given my own department, that will handle the research, client screenings and some development, and low dollar bail skips. To do so I’ve been given two Rangemen, and you if you want to join me…plus a secretary.” I said calmly.
“So what’s the catch?” Lula asked. “There’s always a catch.”
Ranger, Tank and I exchanged looks, and without words I made it known that I was not going to be the one to tell Lula that her clothes had been deemed Rangeman inappropriate. Tank, apparently, refused to say it either. Finally Ranger spoke up. “Well Lula, as a member of Rangeman, you would be required to wear the traditional uniform, in the traditional color…black. However,” He rushed on before she could get started in rhino mode, “your hair and nails are your own business as long as their length does not hamper your movements. Also you and Stephanie will both be governed by the Rangeman code of conduct which includes working out in the onsite gym three times a week, one hour each time. You will receive gun and physical defense training. Should you desire to learn other forms of weapons combat, you can ask any of the men what their specialty is, and if they will train you in that form of combat.”
“So I get backup when I need it, training, and I might even lose some weight, plus I get benefits and eye candy all day long. And the only catch is I’ve got to go buy all new clothes.” Lula asked summarizing quickly.
“No Lula…the uniform will be provided.” I hope because Ella can be counted on to buy what size Lula wears, not the size Lula wishes she could wear.
“Oh you ain’t said nothing but a thang…Girl I’m in like FLYNN. Gonna be working with my bestie, gonna be working ‘round all these fine ass men. And I get to carry like a bad ass. Oh yeah…I can roll with this for real.” Lula said before pulling me up to join her in a happy dance.
“You guys are just gonna desert me and leave me with Vinnie.” Connie said pouting. “My day is gonna be so boring.” She whined.
“Well Stephanie’s department will need a secretary.” Tank said teasingly.
“I can’t leave Vinnie. Harry and my dad have an agreement. Besides. The place would fall apart.” Connie said with a devious smile. “But I bet I can use this to get a raise.” Amazingly enough Connie left pretty soon after that. Without grilling me for details. I’m still shocked.
Once we got Lula’s paperwork done, and she and I agreed on a schedule for our gun training, I couldn’t do any physical training until I was back up to snuff physically, our attention turned back to the house. Guilermo, Ranger’s attorney and brother, who knew, had some paperwork for us to sign, and of course, we had to get started with the designers. Ranger and the rest of the JLS are handling the top floor…our play room and primary bedroom, and each guy has met with a designer for their personal space, but the rest of the of the place was entirely up to Ella, Hector and myself, of course, with the aid of Ranger’s sister Abegaile, who was as bullheaded as her big brother. Hector and Ella were handling most of the social areas of the house. I was working with a few of the designers on the media/family/great room, and the gathering areas of the second and third floors. But Abegaile and I were butting heads over my personal space.
Apparently having a female domain in a house of men, to Abegaile, meant that I should luxuriate in femininity. But the truth is that I much prefer to wear pink than live in it. Not to mention that I was determined to pay for my space myself. So a lot of her suggestions were not something I could conceivably do. I was ballin’ on a budget. So we settled on a nice queen bedroom set in cherry woods that I found at Ashley’s furniture. I was just proud of myself for going to what I’ve always considered a high end furniture store. She was still not really happy. But I finally sat her down and explained to her that I was doing this with my own money because I didn’t want to scam off her brother. She understood my reasoning and we worked together to decide on a color scheme with jewel blue tones as the colors in the curtains and bed coverings. The closet was perfect. It had a beautiful cherry wood system with room for at least a hundred pairs of shoes…and that didn’t count boots. It had homes for purses and more clothes than I’ve owned in the last decade.
For, what seemed like, the first time in two weeks I was not meeting with the décor-nazi that is Ranger’s sister. Nope today I have to go to the doctor so I can be cleared for full physical activity. Then I’m locking myself in a room with a bed and as many of the JLS as I can find quickly. Of course nothing in this life is ever that easy for me. In order to be allowed to come to the doctor all by myself like the grown woman I am, I had to agree to wear three trackers, on in my scrunchie, one in my shoe and one on my shirt. Plus my usual pen tracker, I also have a fully charged stun gun, and two panic buttons. And I’m not gonna pretend, even to myself, that the only reason I’ve been given the solo is because all my JLS are either in meetings, or out at the house meeting with the design team. Even then Bobby is meeting me here, and I wouldn’t be surprised if Ranger pops up after he finishes with the custom furniture builder guy.
But the real sucky part of my day came when I was standing in the lobby of the medical building my doctor’s normal office was located in. It would seem that my doctor is in the same building as Bella Morelli. Now I really don’t care if I ever see that old bitter bird ever again in this life or the next. In fact, one of the best parts of having kicked Joe to the curb is the fact that I no longer even have to consider this woman’s existence. Of course, God with her quirky sense of humor decided to sit me in a fourteen floor elevator ride with her. Yeah me! Best of all Joe has wasted no time in yelling all over the ‘burg that I’m the Rangeman slut, getting passed around like a blunt at a frat party or whatever.
I saw her coming into the building and of course I hit the elevator button…repeatedly hoping that it would show up before she and her ‘ladylike’ pace got to the bank. But, nope, it shows up as she gets there. I try to be polite and let her enter first. Which she did with a disdainful huff. Why did she not just decide that she was too good to speak to me?
“Your poor mother must be so ashamed to know she raised such a scopata facile as you.” She said snidely as the doors closed. “At least she can hold your sister up and be proud of her. Otherwise she would have to hide out in her home in shame. Like that poor Barnhardt woman…agoraphobia—bah, she’s ashamed to come out of her house, and rightfully so.”
“Whatever you say, Mrs. Morelli.” I said calmly.
“I always knew my Joey was too good for a donnaccia like you.” She continued. “And now he is facing an inquiry about that restraining order you took out on him. With your lies. You probably got hurt by one of those big thugs you are spreading your legs for. He is such a good boy, always trying to redeem you.” “To quote a very famous movie…’if he hadn’t been your boy, he may have made some woman a half way decent man’. Then again the same can be said for your sons and your grandsons, and nephews. What is it that makes Morelli men such mean hateful violent assholes? The ‘burg has been blaming genetics for generations…but talking to you; I think its Morelli women. Maybe if you good Christian women would read a few bible verses from the New Testament, you might stop being such condescending and judgmental bitches. God knows I would never say any woman deserves to be treated the way the Morelli men treat their women, but you…you and your daughter in law come real, real close.” I shouted. Thank god the elevator stopped. I got off even though it was only the eighth floor. Probably was the best decision. I got that off my chest and I got away before she could give me the evil eye.
My doctor was nice enough to give me the all clear, after which Bobby laid a kiss on me like it was Times Square on VE-Day. Of course the kiss was deliciously sensual and made me even more determined to find some alone time with at least Bobby. God just seeing my pale hand against the warm caramel skin of his cheek was making me even more aroused. I grabbed his hand and dragged him out the office. It took him holding me at the desk to remind me that I needed to pay my copay. When we got to our cars, I was a little surprised to see that Ranger wasn’t waiting on us there. Bobby pulled me into his SUV. “I’ll get someone to bring your car back to Haywood. We’ve got a shopping trip to make.”
Ranger PoV
I’ve been here for two hours. Arguing over freaking furniture. I had never before had to purchase custom furniture, so I had to ask Frank if there was anyone locally who did custom furniture. It is embarrassing in the extreme to ask the man who is, for all intents and purposes your father-in-law, not to mention your idol, where you can have furniture made so that you and six of your best friends and brothers-at-arms can do dirty, debauched, and depraved things to his daughter…and sometimes each other. But I did it. And he recommended me to this gentleman. Melvin Stevens. Apparently Melvin and Frank knew each other from ‘Nam. And Melvin was a master carpenter. The ‘best woodworker since Jesus himself’, according to Frank.
He may well be the best, but that has to be the only similarity to Jesus. First of all this guy is a talker. I mean he talks as much as my Babe. And worse thing is he manages to pull information from you that you don’t want to share. I’ve been tortured and all I gave was my name, rank, and serial number…but apparently Melvin knows everything about me. Even things I haven’t said to Babe or the other guys yet. “Look I know you want the European redwood, but if you are serious about wanting to restrain some one of your size or bigger, we need to go with a serious hardwood that has some give to it. Cherry can be stained darker, and while it’s a bit more expensive, I won’t have to be fixing the bed stead every couple of months.” He finally told me exasperatedly. He’s been trying to talk me out of redwood for the last forty five minutes.
“Fine.” I finally agreed. “It needs to be roughly the size of two Californian kings.”
“I can handle that. I’ll have my son Richard come up with the exact measurements. He’s better at all that math stuff. If it isn’t on a tape measure, I stop paying attention. I’ll have him e-mail you the numbers, you’re going to have to find someone who can make you a mattress for this bed. You aren’t gonna want the shifting and such from just putting two on the frame. There is a company called Gardner in Massachusetts. They will build it for you…I think you can even select the types of woods they use in the box springs. I suggest you tell them to use cedar, nice strong wood and it smells great. For the headboard, I recommend a full back, built forward, with bars in front of it creating a kind of a recessed shelf.” He drew a quick drawing of what he meant. “That way, you can set some lube and such there, and have it readily available for when you are going at it. Plus I can use more STRONG hardwoods on the inside of the buildup. It will make the frame stronger over all.” I swear this man has to be sixty, and he talks about sex almost as candidly as Mrs. Mazur. “Since it’s for Stephanie, I’ll include some pretty detail work on the bars free of charge. Don’t worry; even with the prettying up, I’ll make them strong enough to keep you tied down. I’d like to include three shallow drawers in the headboard, you can either use them for condoms, or you can hide some weaponry there just in case. I can start the bed tomorrow…if all goes well it will be ready for the final staining next Friday, and available for me to put it together on site the following Tuesday. As for the restraint settings, I’ll reinforce the corners with steel, and hide that under a support beam. I’d like to go with Western Red Cedar…it can be stained to match the bed, but if you decide to just treat it instead, the smell of the cedar can add an extra layer to sensory depo play.” Did he just say what I thought he said? “I can make one sized for Frank’s little Pumpkin, and the other sized for a guy your size…but I ain’t even trying to build something that will hold anybody called Tank…for that you’ll have to find a welder.” “Now you’ll need something to house all the toys ya’ll are probably gonna use. Rather than going with traditional nightstands. I can make you some that are twice as wide, and half again as deep. I can give you more drawers on them also to keep things organized. There is nothing worse in this world than going for your lube and coming up with a tube of ben gay. But you young bucks don’t have that to worry about yet. Those I can have ready, probably by Friday after next.”
Ok maybe he talks too much…but the man might be a furniture genius. Hiding place for guns, sex toy organization systems. “How are you at weapon cases and cabinets?” I found myself asking. Maybe he could build the things for the basement after he finished the play room.
Stephanie PoV
When Bobby said we were making a shopping trip, I was hoping for Macy’s, maybe Victoria’s Secret, or even Frederick’s of Hollywood, so imagine my surprise when he pulled into the parking lot of Pleasure Treasures. “I’ve been given the task of purchasing some of the toys for the play room. I, however, cannot do so without you present. I understand that you are probably not going to be as comfortable as you could be going in here. But Carol has the best selection, and best of all she has a strict ‘you open it, you buy it’ policy.” Bobby explained. “Please, Sweetheart.”
“Ok. But you owe my mother some flowers for all the phone calls she’s going to get.”
“Does she prefer roses or tulips?” he asked as we got out the truck.
Over the next hour Bobby picked out several things I didn’t recognize, though he assured me that I would learn. He watched me carefully and when he noticed me have what he called a ‘positive’ reaction to something, he would pick it up. One of the first things that made me gasp was a paddle it was made of wood, with velvet on one side and padded with a low pile carpet material on the other. “Tank will love using that on you, Sweetheart.” He teased as he put it in the basket. He grabbed something else. “These are graduated butt plugs. We’ll start you with the smallest one, and slowly teach your anus to accept bigger and bigger plugs, once you are about two-thirds through the pack you should be able to handle Cal and Hector, by the end Lester or I…but you may never be able to handle Ranger and I’d say it is EXTREMELY unlikely you will ever be able to take Tank in that sexy little ass.” He said as he put a large box into the basket. A few strange gloves and what looked like a big feather duster without the handle, as well as an assortment of oils and lotions. He grabbed a few other toys. When he reached for the Herbert Horsecock, I stopped him with a fiery red blush. “Um I have one of those already.” The smile he gave me melted me like an icicle in July. He looked at his watch and sighed.
“It’s been over three hours, how are you doing?” He asked concerned.
“I’m actually ok. I had a few donuts on the way to the Doctor’s office. But could we hurry up. We’ve all been really gentle for the last two weeks.” I joked. “You do have some very strong masochistic tendencies, don’t you Sweetheart. You like it when we fuck you hard. When we play rough.” Bobby whispered darkly in my ear. “Go pick out at least five things you would like us to use on you. If it helps you can consider it an order.” He groaned, pressing himself against me letting me feel that he was as hard as I was wet. “We can’t leave here until you get a few things for us, too.”
Oh great. Trying to hide both my growing embarrassment and arousal not to mention just hide from Carol, I took a careful look around the store. My eyes lit on a display of nipple toys. There in the center of the display was something I thought only existed in my dreams…the ones I’d barely been able to share with my JLS the night of our first date. I went over quickly and grabbed them and raced over to Bobby and tossed them into the basket, praying that Carol would think they were something he picked out. In went a bondage kit, and a bathtime kit. I noticed that when I got back to the basket that time Bobby had gotten a sex swing, as well as another set of nipple toys. His said vibrating rather than shocking. Shaking off the thought of what the different sensations would feel like, I returned to my mission. I wanted out of here with a quickness. I picked out a selection of Cock rings, green for Hal, purple for Hector, black for Ranger, silver for Tank, white for Bobby, red for Lester and blue for Cal. I was very careful to get the ones that allowed for easy release. I also grabbed a prostate wand. The guys should love that…at least Hector and Lester…and probably Bobby and Ranger.
Looking back in the cart, I noticed a large number of toys that screamed butt stuff. I gave Bobby a slight glare. “You have a truly sexy ass, Sweetheart, you cannot get mad that we want to play with it. Just he happy I have the list on my Iphone. Lester wanted to this and he was just going to bring the pad.”
“Thank you Bobby…I think I’d have died if I tried to do this with Lester. Especially if he had a grocery list pad.” I said giving him a kiss on the cheek.
“Don’t thank me yet. I see a few things for us…but only three things that qualify as things you’d like us to use on you.” He admonished. “By the way, good choice with the leather strap type of cock ring, the silicone ones are prettier, but they are far more difficult to remove and can cause undue problems. The ones that snap on and off are a lot safer and it is more difficult to cause priapism.” “Ok. Learn something new every day.” I say trying to cover my embarrassment. ^^I just got them because, I didn’t want to have to pause too long while the guys took them off.^^ “I’ll just go and grab my last two things.” I picked up a fur line paddle. And a different restraint set, pass by ready to call it a day.
Of course when we got to the counter, Carol was just bursting. “I’ve never made a sale this big in all my days. You guys just made my year.” She chuckled. “So I guess it’s true. You are one of those stracciamanici. Can’t get enough. Your Grandma told us all about it at the Clip and Curl. So is this one of your harem? You know you Mazur girls have all the luck. You didn’t know your great Aunt Jess. But she never met a man she didn’t want to know. And she had a set of knockers on her that made sure they all wanted to know her too. She drew men to her like bees to honey. You may be built more like Edna…but you draw men just like Jess.”
“Umm...thanks.” I think. Huh. I guess that was a bit of a compliment. “So you knew my Aunt Jess?” ^^Do you know why didn’t she pass on the big boob genes?^^ “Yeah. I’m not from here. I actually met Jess Mazur in California. She and I were in the same family, same commune. When I was ready to leave, looking for a change, I rode here with Jess, she needed help making the long drive from Sacramento. I met a man and stayed. She hit the road again, she was really only here to meet her first great niece.” Carol gave me a weird look. “Guess that makes a bit like family since I don’t have any of my own. Tell you what, next time ya’ll come in to restock...I’ll give you ten percent off.”
^^Yeah it will still be great for her bottom line.^^ I thought.
However I forgot all about the man on a mission next to me. “Do you have a catalogue you order from?” Carol nodded. “If we promise to order through you…is there any chance that we could borrow it. There are a few things we were looking for, that you don’t seem to carry.”
“Sure, if you promise to order through me, and you bring all of her boys to see me. I’ve got to see if you are all as hot as Edna says.” Carol negotiated.
Soon she and Bobby had reached an agreement and she gave us a copy of her catalogue. Bobby paid and we left. I just know my mother is getting calls asking how come her daughter is leaving the Pleasure Treasures with two grocery carts full of stuff.
The drive back to Haywood never seemed longer. Bobby texted Lester and Tank, both of whom were off for the afternoon, and they helped up put the bags and boxes into the storage area in the Garage we were using to hold things for the new house until we could take them over. We should have the keys on Monday, which really wasn’t soon enough for any of us. I laughed at the way Tank and Lester were peeking through the bags, snickering at the different things Bobby had purchased. I didn’t notice that they had pocketed several things. Lester PoV I smirked as I watched Tank hide the smallest of the paddles in one of his cargo pockets. Beautiful is in for it now. Speaking of Beautiful…we were so busy putting the stuff away, I didn’t get my kiss hello. “Beautiful, I haven’t gotten my hello kiss.” I taunted, stalking towards her. Like a good girl she retreated a bit, but by the time she got to the elevator, I’d caught her. Pressing her against the wall, I began to assault her mouth. Tasting every millimeter of her mouth, I allowed my hands to get reacquainted with her body. Cupping her ass, I lifted her, smiling gently into our kiss when she wrapped her legs around my hips. All four of us made our way into the elevator, but Stephanie’s feet never touched the ground. Leaning her against Tank’s massive chest, I return my mouth to hers. God she tastes so good.
“Little girl, you like the way Lester’s kissing you don’t you. You keep making all these delicious little moans. Are your panties wet?” Tank taunts her. I release her lips, and nibble my way to her neck listening raptly for her answer. “God yes, Tank. He tastes so good, and I can feel him pressing against me down there. And it feels sooo good! I think my panties have been soaked since Bobby, made me really look for stuff in Pleasure Treasures.” She groaned.
If we ever want to know her deepest secrets, we don’t bother getting her drunk, we just get her horny. When Stephanie Plum gets really horny, she’ll answer anything. “So what did you pick, Beautiful?”
“I’m…not sure. I got some tie up stuff.” She admitted too easily.
I pressed forward, using the bulge of my cock in my pants to torment her clit, just a little. “What else?”
“I got a set for Hal’s fantasy. Bath fun.” She moaned; that was still too easy.
I sucked hard on her neck right above her jugular as I pressed my cock against her and ground my hips. She was so wet it was starting to leak through the denim of her jeans “What else, Beautiful?”
She whined, and tried to follow when I drew my hips back. “Fuck, I got some nipple clamps that give little shocks through them.”
I can honestly say that I lost all control. Thank God Tank and Bobby had kept us moving and gotten us into the apartment on seven. I set Beautiful on the breakfast bar and ripped her out of those tight ass jeans she was wearing. Tank and Bobby saw to her ankle boots, while I worked the jeans down her long legs. She yanked her sweater up and over her head, and divested herself of her bra. While I was getting out of my clothes, Tank reached around me and grabbed the tiny scrap of cloth hiding her pussy from us.
“Who picked this?” he asked holding the fur lined paddle up.
“She did. She picked another one that has a smooth and a rough side as well.” Bobby said with a dangerous smile. I leaned forward and ran my tongue up Our Girl’s dripping pussy. “Beautiful, you have the sweetest cunt, I’ve ever had the pleasure to lick. You taste better than honey.” I feasted on her, driving her mad with my mouth…but keeping her from cumming. Tank wanted answers he’d only get if she was crazy with need.
“So you want us to tie you down, and paddle your sweet little ass while shocking your pretty little tits.” Tank asked his voice dark.
“GOD YES!” she yelled, tumbling into an orgasm despite my efforts to keep her on the edge. She must really like that thought.
I stood, and thrust into her quaking and spasming pussy. “Oh fuck. You feel so good, Beautiful.” I groaned. I held her hips in a bruising grip and fucked her hard and fast on the counter. “Cum again. I want to feel it from the inside this time.” I groaned angling my hips to give the most pressure to her long little clit. Beautiful’s clit is a work of art. When she’d really going it stands out almost two full inches. Sometimes I wonder what it would take to talk her into getting it pierced. But she probably wouldn’t be able to function anymore. She’d be a walking, stuttering orgasm. Just the thought of a constantly orgasming Stephanie did me in. I know the guys are gonna clown me for cumming this quickly. But God. “Shit Beautiful…FUCK! I’m cumming. I’m busting as early as a teenage boy.” I moaned. “Soo Gooood!”
I had to sit down before I fell down, and Bobby used that opportunity to snatch Our Girl from me.
Bobby PoV
I’ve been hard enough to bust rocks, since the damn sex shop, and Lester took first. Serves him right shooting so quickly. I picked Stephanie up as he fell onto a stool. I pressed her against the wall leading into the dining room and slid home into her juicy little pussy. “Sweetheart. I’m gonna fuck you so hard, you’re gonna walk funny. That ok?” I whispered into her ear. And she nodded. Thank god. I wasn’t gently. I’ve been gentle for two weeks. I watched Lester and Hector go at each other in a show that was for Our Girl, but turned me on far more than I’d ever thought it would, and now two weeks later I was finally able to give Stephanie the pounding we both needed that night. “Think about watching Lester and Hector. Remember the fucking you wanted after seeing them. Imagine this is then, right after Lester just finished cumming up Hector’s ass. Right after Hector just finished shooting his load all over Lester’s belly and chest.”
“Holy FUCK!” she yelled, and I felt her pussy rippling around me as she came.
I am a bad as Lester. I was only able to get her off three times. Feel her delicious pussy for a little while before it was too much for me. “Take it Sweetheart. FUCKING BUGGERING HELL!!! You feel so good!” I yelled as I poured myself into her. All too soon Tank was peeling me away from where I was crushing her into the wall. Tank’s PoV God it’s been so long since the one night we were able to let loose and fuck Our Girl any way we or she pleased. I’m way too far gone watching her with Bobby and Lester. It was so sexy watching them fucking her, loving her. So I carry her to the couch, pressing kissed to the flushed flesh of her neck and shoulders the whole while, loving the shivers of pleasure still running through her. I pull her into my lap, dotting kissed over her breasts as I slip my fingers into her pussy. I wet my finger, and drag the moisture up and over her highly sensitized clit. I can’t hold back a chuckle as she flys away again. “That’s it Baby. Cum for me Little Girl.”
I turn to Lester, and gesture for the fur lined paddle I’d appropriated from the bags earlier. As soon as it was in my hand I turned Stephanie over, and across my thighs. “Now Little Girl, why were you on limited activities these last two weeks? Why did we have to settle for oral sex, almost exclusively for the first two weeks of our relationship?” I asked in my best ALPHA voice.
“Because I wouldn’t listen. Because I couldn’t just accept the concerns you guys had. Because I trusted that asshole Morelli not to be like his dad. Because I’m too stubborn for my own good.” She answered immediately. Good that means she’s given this some thought.
“Since you are clearly remorseful, and have thought this through, I will only give you two for each of those infractions.” I said silkily.
“Oh God...” She moaned and shivered.
“Now you will count each one. And you will do so in the following matter. One, Thank you Tank, May I please have another. For the eighth you will say thank you Tank may I please have your cock. Understood?”
“Yeeessss Tank.” She groaned and writhed on my lap.
I brought the paddle down with swift efficiency. By the end of her punishment, her bottom was a lovely shade of pink. She had cum twice, and thus earned two extra swats. When she was finally able to lower herself onto my cock; she was a blubbering, orgasming mass of pleasure. I grabbed her ass cheeks and rocked her forward and back, bring us both to one of the best orgasms I’ve ever had. Her little cunt drained me completely dry.
Stephanie fell asleep almost immediately thereafter. I didn’t move her, just asked Bobby to grab a blanket and cover us. I cuddled her and Lester and Bobby joined us on the couch. We watched movies, and every so often, when I’d start to soften enough to slip out, Our Girl would moan and her walls would clench, bringing me back to full alertness. Not at all a bad way to spend an afternoon.

Scopate facile = an easy lay
Donnaccia = slut, hussy
Stracciamanici = sexually insatiable woman
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